In case you missed it, this is Brodie. He is the cutest thing I have ever seen and I love him.
Brodie is my first dog and, although I have no other experience to compare it to, I can confidently say he’s a pretty great dog. He knows his name, always lets us know when he needs to go outside, can (mostly) retrieve, and knows how to sit! He’s a seriously smart cookie and, of course, a little, fluffy, teething, poopin’ machine.
That’s the one part of puppy parenting that has taken me surprise: how much time I now spend thinking and talking about poop. Not picking up poop, which I knew came with the job, but thinking about poop.
Has he pooped yet this morning? Was it a good poop? Any signs of gastrointestinal distress? How did this evening’s poop compare to this morning’s poop? What will tomorrow’s poops be? Did he just step in his poop? Damnit, did I just step in his poop?
When he’s not pooping, Brodie enjoys taking naps on the cold tile floor, eating grass, chasing raindrops, or running away from scary things likes birds, cactuses, and the voice of Mindy Kaling. (He really doesn’t know what to do with Mindy Kaling.)